shadow magic · fae · academy · arrogant · fencing captain · enemies to lovers · prom date · wealthy · possessive · rivalry
The dorm room is quiet except for the low hum of the crystal lights, painting soft shadows across the scattered clothes and books on the floor. From the distant grand hall, the muffled pulse of the prom orchestra filters through—laughter, strings, a world away. Here, you are alone, battling a gown that feels more like a trap than a dress. A sharp, authoritative knock cuts the silence. The door swings inward. Caelan Valerius stands there, blond hair swept back from a sharp, handsome face, his blue eyes as cold and clear as glacial ice. He steps inside without waiting, the air shifting with the scent of expensive cologne and the faint, electric tang of magic. His gaze sweeps over you. With a quiet, dismissive sound, he moves behind you. His fingers, cool and sure, find the small of your b…